Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 541

#541

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 16

Chapter 121: Lazy Man, Beating Up (1)

"Holy mediation! Bring me the Holy Media! Right now! Move! Before your head is cut off! Now!"

"yes!"

Doma's teeth trembled as he watched those who ran out in terror.

“This… this son of a bitch!”

A faint flame, burning as if on the verge of going out, entered his eyes.

“You son of a bitch! I’ll tear your whole body into a thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces and kill you!”

What is the Holy Spirit?

It was the symbol of the Demonic Cult, and the place they would one day return to. But now, the flame is on the verge of extinguishing. How could this have happened if it weren't for those bastards who invaded the underground?

“Chase!”

Doma screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Chase them! Chase them now! Kill them! No! Bring them to me alive! I'll tear them to pieces myself!"

“Your name!”

His subordinates, who had followed him down, gritted their teeth and began to run.

Thomas' face hardened at the sight.

“Hmm.”

A low groan was heard from behind. Doma gritted his teeth and turned around.

“Even if we add more sex, it doesn’t seem like the Holy Fire will be revived?”

The blood demon was looking at the holy fire with cold eyes.

“The Holy Spirit will never go out.”

“Of course.”

“If you had just hurried a little more, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“That could be the case.”

A look of age appeared on Doma's face at the reaction of the blood demon.

"this!"

“Is this a situation where we can fight among ourselves?”

“…….”

Doma bit his lower lip.

'How can someone who is a guardian of the law be so indifferent to the teachings?'

Judging by the actions of the Blood Demon, it seemed they held the doctrines and relics of the cult in high regard. Even in a world where power reigns supreme, how could someone within the cult have such a devious view?

It's still like that now.

What is most important?

It was a matter of preserving the Holy Fire. If that were the case, they should have surrounded it and retreated underground. But the Blood Demon stalled, building a siege line and all. This is the result.

“If the Holy Spirit goes out, I will hold you responsible.”

"responsibility?"

“Yes.”

The blood horse chuckled.

“Do as you please.”

“Wicked!”

Blood light filled the blood demon's eyes.

“I just prioritized what was most important.”

“Nothing is more important than holiness.”

“If it were in the past, it would have been like that.”

“Blood horse!”

“Tsk.”

The blood demon waved his hand.

"I don't intend to dwell on the tedious details. If the Holy Spirit is that important, wouldn't it be better to go and do it yourself? Instead of wasting my time like this."

“You bastard…….”

Doma ground his teeth and gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you harm the church, I will not let you off the hook.”

"It's not me who's harming the religion, it's you, Blood Demon. In a situation like this, where we're about to face a decisive battle with the Central Plains, you're the one who's creating conflict and hindering the unification of the religion. You're the one who's causing the harm."

“This guy!”

“Just stop there.”

The blood demon waved his hand lightly.

"I have a lot to say. But at least I know that I shouldn't do anything that would cause division in the church at a time like this. Unlike you, I know. I know you have grievances. But let's keep them buried until this whole thing is over. What do you think?"

Duma let go of the handle of the sword and glared at the blood demon. Then, as if chewing, he spat out word after word.

“Your power won’t last long.”

“I hope that wish comes true. In the lofty sacred fire.”

As Doma turned around and walked away, the Blood Horse frowned.

'Stupid things.'

When on earth is this the Holy Spirit?

It is true that the Holy Fire is an object of significant value, but it has already fulfilled its role.

The idea of a holy fire that will bring unity after death is only necessary in times of suffering. People need something to lean on. But that's no longer the case.

'If there is a god in reality, why worship a god who doesn't exist? You fools.'

Those who know of His existence but do not believe in Him.

There was no way to express that foolishness.

The blood horse shook its head and moved its feet.

“Did you go this way?”

"yes!"

“Chase him.”

"yes!"

"We must never let Wei Yanho go. And we must not kill him. So, capture him alive."

"yes!"

As the subordinates disappeared into the cave, the blood demon clicked its tongue and followed them.

'I can't die yet.'

Wei Yanhu is the ultimate tactic. If they can just get their hands on him, all their plans will be accomplished with flying colors. For now, they still need Wei Yanhu, if only to carry out his will.

The world doesn't know.

What they are preparing.

Perhaps those foolish investigators, including the mysterious Shin Gi-su, think the Wei Yan-hos are just buying time, without even realizing what mistake they've made.

If you don't know, just let me know.

“Everything is according to the will of the Heavenly Horse.”

A deep smile appeared on the blood demon's lips.

* * *

"No, these crazy guys only ate and learned light martial arts? How can they be so fast?"

“I’ll run when you say that.”

“It’s unreasonable, unreasonable!”

Jang Il was literally running with his feet on fire. When in his life had he ever run so hard?

And Jang Il was able to feel one more thing anew.

To run fast, a person needs strong legs, pure internal energy, and high-level lightness, but if you add one more thing, you can run even faster.

The need to survive.

The knowledge that the Demonic Cult was chasing him from behind made Jang-il run faster than usual. Suddenly, a sweet smell was rising from his mouth, his heart was pounding like it was going to burst, but his legs wouldn't rest.

What if it's too hard and you want to slow down a little?

“Huh? It got narrower.”

“Heeeeeeek!”

That guy is throwing a tantrum.

The truly unfortunate and sad truth is… …that guy knows how to manipulate people, but he's not a liar. If he's narrow-minded, he's really narrow-minded.

'That's unreasonable!'

Everyone, even those who claim to be martial artists, cite Gaebong as the fastest sect in the world. Even those who disapprove of Gaebong cannot help but acknowledge its intelligence and lightness.

As a pioneer of openness, Jang Il devoted himself to lightness training from a young age. He prided himself on never being behind anyone…

'Bitch.'

Why are there so many fast people in the world?

I used to believe that I could stand shoulder to shoulder with the world's strongest in terms of lightness, but after meeting Wei Yanhu, it became harder and harder to find someone slower than him.

Even the legs are slower than those of the Demonic Cult's sect's minions. Isn't that too much?

“Eww! Those damn demonic bastards!”

A swear word burst from Jang-il's mouth. Even in situations like this, swearing was Jang-il's nature.

“Do something about it!”

"what?"

“They’re chasing me!”

“We just have to run a little faster.”

"That's why it won't work! Look at that! The kids are dying!"

As expected, Zhuge Liang and Peng Dujie were on the verge of fainting. Musan was somehow keeping up, but Zhuge Liang and Peng Dujie's faces were already pale.

Peng Do-geuk, who used the Paedo sword, lacked the aptitude for lightness, and Zhuge Liang was the most deficient in martial arts. There was no way they could maintain the pace that even Jang Il struggled with.

"That's life. If you fall behind, you die. Run until your feet sweat…"

“Yeonho!”

At that moment, Wi Jeong-han shouted.

“Daddy’s dying! Daddy’s dying!”

"thing……."

The train was running with a noise like a train whistle, as if it had reached its limit.

Wi Yeon-ho shook his head and leaned back slightly.

“Ugh, what am I going to do with these people…….”

visor!

A white sword is pulled out.

Crunch!

At the same time, a few strands of Jang Il's hair were cut off and flew behind him.

“Heeeeek!”

"Oh, mistake. I can't get used to this at all!"

“Hey, this…….”

I wanted to give him a bundle of insults, but I didn't have the strength. Just running without giving up was draining my psychic energy.

“Shut up!”

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword backward. The sword energy extending from the tip curved like a crescent moon and flew backward.

“Eww!”

“Ahhhhh!”

An eerie scream echoed through the cave. With all his might deploying his lightness attack, dodging Wei Yanhu's sword in this narrow cavern would be nearly impossible.

As Wei Yanho, who had slowed down the pursuit by firing a sword, tried to look behind him, an urgent voice was heard from the front.

“Yeonho!”

"yes?"

“Oh, the road ahead is blocked.”

“……I’ve only heard good news today. Here we go!”

Wei Yanhu turned his body and leaped forward.

He could see the end of the cave, blocked by his eyes. It would take a long run to reach it, but the end was clearly blocked.

“Hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as he ran alongside Wi Jeong-han.

“I guess so?”

“There must be!”

“Hmm, as expected.”

If there was even one person in the Demonic Cult who had any sense of humor, they would have already sealed the exit. The only way to catch a raccoon in a den is to set fire to it, leaving only one entrance open.

“What should I do?”

“What are you going to do, Inma! Is there any other way?”

“No.”

“Then jump out!”

“You are working your child too hard…….”

Wei Yanho whetted his appetite. But he didn't seem to want to waste any more time, and ran straight ahead. In an instant, he reached the end of the cave and swung his sword overhead.

“Eurachachachachacha!”

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The cave burst open and a dazzling light poured down, down.

* * *

“These guys…….”

The Red Demon Lord, Goewol, glared at the shrine with cold eyes. This shrine contained a hidden door leading underground. If the Blood Demon had instructed, there was a high probability that Wi Yeon-ho and his party would escape through here.

The monster ground its teeth.

His eyes caught sight of the main unit, still blazing with flames. From afar, the main unit was belching thick, black smoke.

“I will throw away the thousand and six thousand lands!”

It is an indelible disgrace.

Since the Demonic Cult established itself in Xinjiang, the main sect had never been invaded by outsiders. I believed that such a thing would never happen again.

And then that's what happened.

What's already happened can't be undone. If that's the case, then at least the price must be paid. That's the law of the Demonic Cult.

“Are you sure about this?”

“It’s not exact. It could come from several places.”

“You should come this way.”

I will catch and kill it with my own hands. That was Goewol's pledge.

At that moment, something happened that made Goewol not know whether to be happy or sad.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the shrine rose into the sky as if it had exploded.

The monster's eyes widened as if they were going to tear apart.

But before I could even express my surprise, someone jumped out through the gaping hole.

“Ah! Damn it! They came at me like a pack of dogs!”

The ghost, who had noticed the young man throwing a tantrum in the air, shouted without realizing it.

“Wai Yan Hooooooooooooooo!”